Under Zhang Ping'an's guidance, this old man named Wurigen* told the information Zhang Dashui wanted to know. The Wurigen* tribe was one of the Shan Ge tribes, and it was also considered the ruling class of the Golden Horde. During the prosperous period of the Golden Horde, there were hundreds of thousands of people. Their Shan Ge tribes were about 30,000 to 50,000 Mongolians, but they ruled the territory of thousands of miles. Since the Rus defeated the Siberian Khanate, Shan Ge tribes, Xuwuqi, Hongjishu, Qiyan and other tribes were divided into hundreds of small tribes and nomads everywhere to avoid the pursuit of the Rus.

After the Ross people controlled the Golden Horde, they distributed the Mongols' pastures to the Turks and Huatsma. These people naturally became the thugs of the Ross people, trying every means to chase their former masters, and completely eliminated the influence of the Mongols in the Golden Horde. Speaking of this, Wurigen could not help but burst into tears. The glory of their ancestors became like this in their hands. Old Wurigen was particularly disappointed. Zhang Ping'an was secretly happy about this. The backward production methods of the Mongols were destined to decline, and these were not the focus of his attention.

In order to find out the news, the performance emperor Zhang Dashuai also accompanied the old man to sprinkle a few drops of cat urine. Under the guidance of Zhang Dashuai, the old man began to tell Zhang Ping'an about the issues he was concerned about. The Ross people, the Western yellow-haired and red-haired people both liked the fur produced in Siberia. In order to hunt minks, bears and other furs, they drove the Turks to occupy the territory of the Mongols and drove away the Mongolians who lived here for generations. After hearing this, Zhang Ping'an said very disdainful of the territory of the Mongols. The bullshit Mongolians, whoever has the biggest fist is his territory.

The Po Nu Army's fist is big now. The area occupied by the Po Nu Army is the Po Nu Army's territory. Whoever does not accept it will hit anyone. Zhang Ping'an still sympathizes with the experience of Shanzijin Mongolian tribe, but he asked his concern: "Old man, let it go for the past for the time being! The Ross people can beat the powerful Golden Horde to pieces, is their powerful tactics or weapons?"

"Reply to the grassland eagle, the Ross people have great weapons when fighting. The weapons they use are very similar to the Slave Army you lead, both muskets that can fire lead bullets far away." Zhang Ping'an did not understand the pronunciation of muskets in Mongolian language, because there is no word musket in Mongolian language. After a while of gesture, Zhang Ping'an guessed that the Ross people used muskets from the shooting movements of the old man Wurigen*.

The old man also said that he had a musket used by the Ross people, which they exchanged with fur five years ago, but this thing was not easy to use, and it became a decoration without it. Zhang Ping'an ordered people to take the musket and asked about Ross' tactics. Fortunately, the old man Wurigen* participated in the war between the Mongolian and the Ross people and was familiar with the Ross people's tactics. According to the old man, the Ross people's tactics are very similar to the Po Slave Army, both of which are platoon gun shooting and artillery cover. Moreover, the Ross people's cannons have a long range and are extremely convenient to move with gun mounts.

Zhang Ping'an was very surprised when he heard the news that the Ross people used artillery. The Pou Nu Army could defeat the Mongolian Lin Danhan again and again, but bully the Mongols without artillery and muskets. If he fought against the Ross people with firearms, the Pou Nu Army's advantage would be gone. Then, Zhang Ping'an carefully asked about the range of the Ross people's artillery and the weight of the shells, and the old man Wurigen* answered one by one. From the old man's answer, Zhang Ping'an guessed that the range of the cannon used by the Ross people was around three miles, which was slightly higher than the range of the Pou Nu Army's crossbow cannon.

The weight of shells should be measured by the Europeans as a measure of the weight of the shells. This kind of run is light in weight and easy to transport, and is a powerful tool to support war. However, Zhang Ping'an guessed that the Ross should have more than three pounds of runs. To deal with this potential enemy, he had to think of the Ross more powerfully. Then, Zhang Ping'an used sand trays and wooden strips to demonstrate the battle formation for the old man Wurigen*, while transporting the salt and tea bricks given to the old man to the tribe, and also wrote an order to give the old man a hundred stones of food to the old man.

At this point, Old Man Wurigen* showed everything he knew. The attack formation of the Ross people in the war was mixed with muskets and spearmen. This was quite similar to the Possess Army, but the old man was not the commander of the first army and did not know much about how to arrange troops. Zhang Ping'an was not particularly angry about this. The old man could tell the formation used by the Ross people was quite good, and nothing could be perfect. Just after Old Man Wurigen* explained the characteristics of Ross during the war, the musses used by the Ross people were also sent to the commander's tent by his personal guards.

Zhang Ping'an picked up the rusty and unusable musket and carefully checked the appearance. This was a cowlint gun used by Europeans. The thick smoothbore barrel and heavy wood showed that the cowlint gun used by the Ross had the function of the early musket of the Slave Army. The five-foot barrel indicated that the range of the musket was not low, and the * bag made of horns indicated that the musket was slow to load.

When Zhang Dashuai got what he wanted, he sent the old man Wurigen* away with a good word. At the same time, he issued a command to appease the Mongolian tribe. He also ordered Haserdun to take good care of their daily life. When there were only a few of them left in the commander's tent, Zhou Xing chose to leave with conscious interest. The senior executives of the Slave Army discussed military information, and his position was too low and he was not suitable to listen here. Zhang Ping'an did not say much about Zhou Xing's choice to leave, but just nodded in recognition. Then, Zhang Ping'an fell into deep thought.

From his conversation with Wurigen*, he saw a terrible enemy, the Ross man with strong combat power. This army armed with firearms took a hundred years to destroy a powerful Golden Horde. Its powerful combat power should not be underestimated. After a while, Zhang Ping'an came to his senses and weighed the weight of the musket again. This was a musket of nearly twenty kilograms. The range after loading was definitely no worse than that of the current musket of the Po Slave Army. This result was unacceptable to Zhang Ping'an.

It took Zhang Ping'an a long time to ask Qu Guozheng: "Guozheng, you have also heard today that the tribes in the west of Mongolia are joining Lin Dankhan one after another. We have not figured out how many Mongolian tribes have joined Lin Dankhan. Don't rush to explain that this matter has nothing to do with you. The main reason is that we fought in a hurry and did not capture a million Mongolian households. These are all confidential matters. Lin Dankhan will not disclose information to outsiders before completely annexing these tribes."

Zhang Ping'an interrupted Qu Guozheng's preparation for explanation and took the initiative to take responsibility. Speaking of this, Zhang Ping'an walked to the map. After reading for a long time, Zhang Ping'an was still a little confused. He had to say wherever he thought: "Gu Xin helps record it. I have to write a letter to Yi'an in person, asking Yi'an to find craftsmen who can cast artifacts from the Ming Dynasty. I also have to let Uncle Wang copy a few muskets according to the style of the Ross people's muskets. If you are not busy, please let Uncle Wang build at least five hundred muskets like this. I have to find out the range of the opponent's muskets, so that I can have a clear mind."

After saying that, Zhang Ping'an began to murmur to the map: "The range of the cannons we cast must exceed that of the Ross people's artillery, so that the Slave Army will not suffer losses in the battle. Otherwise, the losses will be too great. We cannot afford it. We must also change our military formation against the Mongols. Only by seeking change can the opponent not understand our path, and the next battle will be easy to fight!"

"Issuing an order to Chen Piao, it is best to capture a thousand households on the battlefield, or to catch people who know Lin Dankhan's internal information. National affairs, those Lin Dankhan must be interrogated one by one by the personal soldiers, and ask how many western Mongolian tribes have surrendered to Lin Dankhan! Issuing an order to Li Qingshui, the personal military camp, fully cooperate with Qu Guozheng. The National Affairs Intelligence Department is on the front line, so as to draw the number of people they want from the personal military camp!"

After finishing his conversation with himself, Marshal Zhang began to issue a commander. He wanted to understand Lin Danhan's current military force in a short time. As for pursuing Lin Danhan's personal soldiers carrying gold, Marshal Zhang was also a little reluctant. Seeing this, Gu Xin put the record book and persuaded him: "Boss, I only understand your worries now. The Marshal thought deeply, and we admire him very much!"

"Get out of the way, how do you guys talk? If you want to sarcastically, I will say it clearly! Don't curse people around the bush!... But you make sense, we still have time to prepare for war. Haha, I can't see that you are so bad that you are talking more and more. Your wife must be coaxed by you, right? Tell me, is she willing you to find a concubine? Did you put her personal maid on? What do you think? Is it so excited to have an affair? You didn't have the medicine at once, right? Is there five tiger whips in my house, I'll give you one?"

Gu Xin and Qu Guozheng looked at Zhang Dashen who had eaten * in a daze. This boss was not very good. He started to gossip around before he finished his business. Listening, Gu Xin's face turned a little dark. Boss Zhang not only likes to listen to gossip, but also likes to pass on gossip. This shadowless gossip is likely to be spread everywhere by Zhang Dashen. It takes less than a month to pass on Ponu City. It must be Gu Xin who suffers at that time.

"Boss, we are talking about serious business, where are you talking about it!"

Regarding Gu Xin's protest, Zhang Ping'an waved his hand indifferently, "Look, you're scared, there are no outsiders here, I'm just a little joking. Guozheng is a famous tight-mouthed person in the Po Slave Army, so I can't spread it! You should go and do whatever you should do. I have to calm down and think about it carefully. If there is no future, there will be immediate worries! By the way, Guozheng, if Haserdon has nothing to do, call him here. I have to arrange some errands for him. You can ask the Mongolian intelligence officers of the Intelligence Department to prepare, maybe they will go on a long journey!"

Qu Guozheng's mind was changing quickly, and he probably guessed what Zhang Dashuai thought. Zhang Dashuai was going to send someone to do business, but the party in this transaction was likely to change from a Mongolian to a Ross. Anyway, the tea bricks produced by the Ming Dynasty were a shortage of things, and silk could become the best hidden means for investigation. After Qu Guozheng left, Gu Xin was reluctant to leave the tent for a long time. Gu Xin's appearance made Zhang Ping'an very impatient: "You little face, you can say whatever you want and let go!"

"Boss, do you really have a tiger whip at home? Can you give me two?" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!